golden prosperity. It seemed to her that they reached very quickly
the restaurant he had in view. With keen enjoyment of the novelty,
she followed him between tables where people were eating, drinking,
smoking, and took a place beside him on a cushioned seat at the end
of the room.

'I know you're tired,' he said. 'There's nearly half-an-hour before
you need move.'

Nancy hesitated in her choice of a refreshment. She wished to have
something unusual, something that fitted an occasion so remarkable,
yet, as Crewe would of course pay, she did not like to propose
anything expensive.

'Now let me choose for you,' her companion requested. 'After all
that rough work, you want something more than a drop of lemonade.
I'm going to order a nice little bottle of champagne out of the ice,
and a pretty little sandwich made of whatever you like.'

'Champagne--?'

It had been in her thoughts, a sparkling audacity. Good; champagne
let it be. And she leaned back in defiant satisfaction.

'I didn't expect much from Jubilee Day,' observed the man of
business, 'but that only shows how things turn out--always better
or worse than you think for. I'm not likely to forget it; it's the
best day I've had in my life yet, and I leave you to guess who I owe
_that_ to.'